The queens and kings of your realm dismounted from their steeds to study a strange metal pole, its top glimmering with a mysterious light. You remained astride your horse Alvis, who shifted nervously as Queen Lucy, Queen Susan, King Peter, and King Edmund gazed with vaguely distressed expressions at the thing.

"I have a bad feeling about this, your Majesties..."

"As do I."

Alvis' agreement only increased your anxiety about this odd situation.

"Your Highnesses?"

Lucy, in particular, seemed the most troubled.

"It's as if from a dream, or a dream of a dream..."